Desperate 16

With little warning the salty warmth of my Master's cum explodes in my mouth. The clinking of the chain leash against my thin metal collar stops as my attention shifts to swallowing every last drop of the thick liquid. It always catches me off guard how much of it there is, and I can feel my lungs burning for air as more of it is pumped into my mouth.

Finishing, my lips break the seal with a wet 'pop' and my eyes drift upwards to my Master, my heart speeding up as I anxiously wait for his approval. But he's not even looking at me, a book in his hand blocking my view of his face. My heart sinks at this realization and I slump a little on my knees, my eyes drifting to the floor.

A gentle tug of the leash brings my attention back upwards, and I shiver a little as I see him peering over the book at me.

"Open." He speaks clearly and firmly, his voice leaving little room for thought. I quickly straighten my posture and open my mouth wide for him. His eyes glare callously at me, examining my mouth to make sure not a drop of his cum remained. He leaves me suspended in anticipation for what feels like hours, his gaze roaming around my naked body as if searching for something out of place. It's moments like these where I most feel like his slave, so small and helpless before him.

The creaking of his armchair breaks the tense silence as he rises, I scramble backwards on my knees to give him space. He pulls his softening cock back into his pants and zips up the fly. In a single motion he gives the leash a firm tug, signaling me to follow, and turns towards the basement door.

"Bedtime slave." His tone is much more neutral, causing a sense of relief to wash over me knowing I succeeded in pleasing him with my mouth. Crawling after him quickly I'm able to avoid any painful tugs on my collar. He opens the heavy wooden door and flicks on the lights before stepping inside. Crawling down the stairs is still tricky, but he lets me take my time, waiting for me at each step.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs we're finally in the basement. It's a bare concrete room with a single light dangling from the ceiling. A simple metal wall locker is fixed adjacent to the door, and a small cage rests in the center of the room. I follow my Master to the door of the cage, and kneel patiently as he bends over to unlock it. The subtle ache of a nearly full bladder pulses through me, and I suddenly feel anxious again. As the cage door is opened in front of me I consider the long night alone, and I know I have to say something now.

"M-master?" I say timidly my body automatically tensing as he pauses.

He replies after a moment, "What is it slave?"

"I-I have to pee, M-master." My eyes drop to the floor as I feel shame wash over me. He sighs in evident annoyance and I brace myself for his anger.

"Wait until morning, it's time for bed." The ache pulses through me again and I raise my head to protest, but the cold tired glare he gives me sends my eyes right back to the floor.

"Yes, Master." I reply solemnly before slinking into the cage. It's not big enough to stand up or lay down, so I lay uncomfortably curled up on my side with the metal bars pressing into my back. Master closes the cage and locks it, then reaches a hand into the cage and unclips the chain leash from my collar. He turns without saying a word and begins climbing up the stairs. "Goodnight Master!" I call out after him as the heavy door creaks shut. The lock clicks and the lights go out, leaving me alone in the dark.

****

I awake shivering in a cold sweat, it's still dark and I have no way of knowing what time it is. But judging by how painfully my bladder is aching I must have been asleep for a few hours. I shift uncomfortably in the cage, trying to find a position that puts less pressure on my bladder, but there's no relief. My heart races knowing my only hope is to wait for morning when my Master will let me out, but that could be hours away. The darkness and silence of the basement does little to reassure me, and there's nothing else to focus on besides my need. Giving up on sleeping I shift to a kneel, but the ache quickly causes me to double over in discomfort, my hands gripping the bars of the cage tightly.

And then it happens, the dam bursts. I let out a wail as warmth cascades down my thighs, pooling on the cage floor. My hands squeeze the bars tighter but I can't stop it, the puddle spreads to my knees as I'm emptied. The ache is gone but in its place is an equally agonizing sense of shame and dread.

****

The sound of the lock clicking and the blinding flick of the light switch alerts me of my Master's arrival. I would normally have felt relief, but this time all I feel is fear. Each footstep on the stairs is like a ratchet locking me one step closer to the edge. I'm still on my knees, and I sink my head low feeling a blush already spreading on my cheeks. His morning slippers enter the top of my vision, and I can feel his hot gaze on my back.

"Bad Girl!" His voice hits me like a slap across the face, "I told you to wait until morning!"

I shudder as I kneel in my shame, my head lowered submissively as I try to speak. "I-I'm sorry Master I couldn't-"

"Out!" He commands, cutting me off. Quickly the cage is unlocked and he yanks me out by my collar leaving me sprawling on the floor. "Head down, ass up."

I whimper as I shakily assume my punishment position; on my knees, my face pressed into the floor, my back arched and ass raised, with my thighs slightly parted. I hear him move across the room, opening the metal locker and fumbling around inside. A moment later I feel something cold and hard pressing against the entrance to my ass. I don't dare to turn around even though I already know what's about to happen.

"Relax girl" he mutters, placing a hand on one of my ass cheeks. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, just in time, as he roughly pushes the thick plug inside me. My thighs shake and I grimace in pain, the cold steel forcing my body to yield to its presence. I let out a low moan at the sensation, and I can feel its weight pulling and pushing uncomfortably inside me. My Master chuckles, enjoying watching me struggle. His hand leaves my ass and I can hear him take something else from the locker. "I'm going to give you ten for relieving yourself without permission, and ten for making a mess of my cage. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master"

"Good..." the first strike is sudden and harsh, the riding crop landing squarely on my pussy and setting it on fire with a sharp stinging.

"One, Master!" I cry out through the pain. The second strike lands quickly after and precisely in the same spot as the first. My voice breaks a little from the escalating pain, "T-two Master!" Each consecutive strike lands with the same harsh precision, and I cry out the count each time. He pauses after ten, gently rubbing the crop over my burning lower lips.

"Had enough slave?" he muses cruelly. He's testing me, and it's one I've failed in the past.

"No Master, please punish this slave properly!" I reply, my voice quivering.

He laughs, pleased with my response, and I let out a sigh of relief. "Good girl! Ten left." I bite my lip and brace for the next impact. Like a brutal machine the crop lands on my sensitive pussy ten more times with a steady tempo, each strike accompanied by a loud slap and my shout of the count.

When it's over I collapse forward, laying face down on the ground, my pussy burning and my ass full and aching. I'm panting when I feel him clip the leash on, he gives it a firm tug and I struggle to my knees. He begins walking up the stairs, and I crawl after him. Each movement of my thighs chafes against my sensitive skin, and causes the plug to stir uncomfortably inside me.

He doesn't slow for me on the way up, and even though crawling up the stairs is easier than crawling down, my freshly punished body has a difficult time keeping pace, earning me a few more painful tugs on the leash.

When we exit the basement he leads me directly to the back door, and out onto the porch. My nipples harden in the cool morning air, and the morning dew kisses my bare skin as he leads me a few feet into the grassy yard before stopping. I kneel instinctively, and he reaches into his pocket pulling out a padlock. With a soft click he locks the leash to my collar, and taking a second padlock he fastens the other end of my leash to the porch.

"I'm going out today slave, and since I can't trust you not to make a mess you'll be staying outside."

I whimper a little in embarrassment, and nod in understanding. He motions for me to wait and steps back inside. A minute later he returns with a bowl of water and places it on the porch. "Thank you, Master." I whisper.

"I'll be back before sunset, slave." And with that he returns to the house, closing the door behind him. I stay kneeling until I hear his truck start and begin driving away. Letting out a sigh I lay out in the grass. The fresh air feels nice, but it's hard to relax with my pussy and ass throbbing in painful unison.

Watching the sunrise, I listen to the sound of my Master's truck fade into the distance.

*This is my first attempt at writing a story here, please let me know if you liked it, and thanks for reading!* <3